safety// z.malik

xlvii. roses

My hands tug at my roots nervously. You've got to be fucking kidding me. My makeup artist got stuck in Ireland, and won't make my wedding. Harry was just in here, dressed up as one of the groomsmen, with the red and pink coloured boutaineer. He said he has my back.

"Just cancel the fucking wedding," I exclaim, feeling too stressed for it to be my wedding day.

"Don't cancel it," Doniya sighs, resting her hand on my back.

"I've already had enough problems with decorations and catering. Now, I don't have a makeup artist. What else? I trip and rip my dress?"

"This wedding is going to happen. You and my brother have been waiting for a year for this day, and stupid unexpected setbacks will not ruin it."

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"Louise Teasdale, makeup artist, and your life saver," a blonde-haired lady grins, bursting into the bedroom, almost fifteen minutes after the makeup dilemma.

"Hello?" I question.

"Harry told me your makeup artist is stuck in Ireland. So I am here, to fix you up," she exclaims. "Do you have a picture of your hair and makeup?"

I nod, hesitantly pulling the cutout from a magazine out of my hoodie pocket. She takes it gracefully, looking up and down, between me and the paper a couple times.

"I'll be back in a moment with my makeup kit. I'm thinking I'm going to lighten it a tiny bit," she trills, hurrying out of the room.

Honestly, why? Why is she here? What is she doing? Harry comes in, a small child in his arms.

"Harry, what's going on?"

"My friend, Lou, has come to save your special day. Don't worry about anything, Syd. I have it under control."

"Harry, send her home. It's fi-"

"She's doing it, end of story. You have three hours until you are expected to be walking down the aisle. One, two, three, go."

Harry leaves again, only to be replaced with Louise. She sits me down, immediately dusting makeup products over my face with a smile. It takes a little under half-an-hour to finish my makeup, before she curls my hair.

The next hour is spent helping her with all of the bridesmaid's makeup, and with the makeup for my mother, and Tricia. We finish quickly, then I am able to change into my dress. Amy helps me to zip it up. The bridesmaid's get into their dresses, before we all take a break at Liam's house.

"I've come bearing gifts," Louis exclaims, the door swinging open. "I've brought you girls some crackers and cheese."

"Thank you so much, Lou," I sigh, smiling over at him. "How long?"

"Not sure. Zayn's missing-in-action," he shrugs.

He probably decided that he didn't want to marry me anymore.

"I'm going to your flat right now, 'cause I'm pretty sure that's where he went," Louis smiles. "He was really nervous when we were getting ready. Almost threw up multiple times. Probably got paint all over his suit. I suggest you guys get down there. As soon as Zayn is found, we'll be jetting off to the ceremony. You guys go around the back, I'll take Zayn through the front."

"Thank you, Lou," I smile, hugging him tightly around the neck. "When you find him, tell him I might pass out walking down the aisle."

"Of course. You look beautiful, by the way," he breathes. "Can't believe that my best friend is getting hitched."

"I can't believe it either, so we're in the same boat," I shrug. "We'll leave in five, after I get a little sustainance in me."

"Don't get out of the car until I come and get you," he orders. "Don't wanna risk you two seeing each other before you're supposed to."